Kevin happily swapped his Nikon FE for this! |
Kevin's drum set and home recording studio are gone, but this photograph captured the memories. |
Red Oak Creek Covered Bridge, Woodbury, Georgia Minolta Maxxum 7000 and Kodak Pro Image 100 film. |
Our journey back to film photography, with tips and tricks that we have learned along the way. You can go home again.
Kevin happily swapped his Nikon FE for this! |
Kevin's drum set and home recording studio are gone, but this photograph captured the memories. |
Red Oak Creek Covered Bridge, Woodbury, Georgia Minolta Maxxum 7000 and Kodak Pro Image 100 film. |
There can be only one first camera. This is the story of mine.
In late summer of 1980, having graduated from Tennessee Tech University with my B.S. in Music Education the previous June, I got my first teaching job in the same greater Atlanta area school district where I when to high school. I had to wait for over a month for my first paycheck to be deposited into my bank account, but on that glorious day (a Friday, I think) my brother, Kelley (who like me had also gotten a music teaching job in the same district) got into his car and headed downtown to an Atlanta camera store and purchased our first real cameras. Time has blurred our memories, and neither of us can remember precisely the name of the retailer, nor do we have any paper work still. (UPDATE: Through some research, I now know that it was Crown Camera Exchange at 980 Piedmont Avenue NE. The building now houses a restaurant.) I do remember vividly, as we drove home with two brand new boxes each (one for the camera body and one for the lenses), how excited we both were to finally have “real cameras,” and straightway we loaded them with film we also purchased and put them to use.
What cameras did we bring home that day? The lowly Minolta XG-1. Why this camera? Two reasons: First, we were very familiar with Minolta cameras already, as we had eagerly watched our Uncle Jonesy use his SRT-202 many, many times. Second, the cost. Kelley and I had searched the newspaper cameras store ads diligently all summer looking for bargains. As autumn came and we began our new jobs, we found the best bargain yet: a brand new SLR and lens for less then $200.
First introduced in 1978, the Minolta XG-1 was a budget camera intended beginning photographers who wanted to get into 35mm photography with a single lens reflex camera as cheaply as possible. Although it was a small-bodied lightweight that fit nicely in the hands, it lacked several features found on Minolta's more advanced (and more costly) XD series cameras. For example, although the XG-1 had both an aperture priority auto exposure mode and a manual mode, the meter would not function in manual mode at all. Clearly, the camera was not meant to be used in manual mode, and if you did, you were on your own in determining exposure. Additionally, the viewfinder was limited in the information it gave you. The selected aperture was not displayed, so I had to take my eye away from the viewfinder and look at the lens itself to change the aperture. Also, even though the shutter speeds were represented by LED dots next to the numbers, only a single dot represented between 1/30 and 1second. And like I said, these LED's only lit up when the camera was in auto exposure mode.Old Salem, North Carolina, 1987 Kodachrome 64, Minolta XG-1, 50mm f2 lens |
Salem College, North Carolina, 1986 Kodachrome 64, Minolta XG-1, 50mm f2 lens |
Chatham, Massachusetts, 1986 Kodachrome 64, Minolta XG-1, 50mm f2 lens |
A year ago today, March 12, my wife, Debbie and I woke up at 5:15 am, performed our normal morning routine, and drove to our respective elementary schools for another day of working with our students. Although I did not know it at the time, it would be the last day I would ever see my students as their music teacher in my classroom.
That day a year ago (a Thursday) was not a normal day, as we knew something was up. The rumors about school being cancelled for a few weeks had been flying for a couple of days, even though our superintendent sent out a message to employees stating emphatically that the rumors were "not true." Moments after students were dismissed to go home at the end of the school day, however, another message came declaring that schools were to be closed until after spring break. So much for rumors.
At TMR with Ben Blackwell and Jack White |
TMR 447: Our 2nd release |
At TMR promoting the "Friends" book |
When the last melodies were sung that day, I said my usual goodbyes to each student and tried to comfort their worries about the future. However, a few days later the word came down that schools would remain closed for the rest of the term. I taught daily video music lessons throughout the spring and held video chats with my Singers twice a week. We tried singing together once, but sound delay issues made that impossible. So, we simply talked to each other and shared how we were dealing with quarantine. On what was to be the last day of the term, I went back to the school to help as students turned in their computers in "drive-by" fashion." I wore a mask, of course, so I hope they knew I was there.
I could not have known that my music teaching career would end that day. Certainly, I had been thinking of retirement and was actually planning to do so after two more years. I knew time was catching up with me like an old ballplayer who, after swinging and missing a 98 mph heater for strike three, walks back to the bench knowing that he can't catch up to the fastball anymore, or a pitcher who would never argue with an umpire in his prime but now barks angrily at a missed call on a pitch, not because it actually was in the strike zone but because his arm hurts so bad that he doesn't know if he can even throw another pitch. I once heard David Letterman talk about his retirement, saying that he worked hard at something for most of his life, but he wanted to save some time to do something else.
Debbie and I made the decision to retire in July when our district reversed course and decided to open schools fully for the 2020-21 term. Looking back, I am thankful for the district's decision, because time is precious and two years is even more precious at my age. Retiring was (and remains) the right call. Of course I miss my students and all the magical musical moments we made together, but I have the memories and the satisfaction that their lives are better because of music, just like mine is.
And I'm not through with teaching, either. I joined the team at Safelight District Community Darkroom as an educator, and I am in charge of developing and teaching classes and workshops related to film photography. We have big plans when the pandemic is over, and I even hope to be hosting a "film camp" where I will be teaching children how to shoot film!That Letterman quote, "Save some time to do something else," rings in my head a lot still. The past 365 days have gone by faster than any year of my life, and I expect time only to go by faster and faster each succeeding year. Each day is a gift waiting to be opened, enjoyed, made use of, and be thankful for. And while you are at it, load that camera up with some film and capture some memories.
Happy Shooting!